Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 16:46:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: thinkamajig@webtv.net
Subject: My Favorite Tree

Why "my favorite tree" in ManPark is such: this happened about five or
six years ago when I was first discovering the glories of the place.

I waited about an hour later than the previous night to visit ManPark.
The cloud cover was much different and made the paths darker. ManPark is
a great place to hone one's night vision. As soon as I arrived I could
sense a lot of men in the vicinity. Walking down the paved road I passed
some eight to ten men, most walking but a few standing in recesses
between the trees which lined the pavement. Thirty stone steps lead from
the paved road up to the main path. I mounted them and stopped.

The overflow from the crowded road was populating the path - there were
men all over the park this evening: big, small, young, middle-aged,
pretty, butch, all horny. Two men with wrestlers' builds walked past me,
going the opposite direction. The taller one eyed me hungrily.

"There's a two-way looking for a third," I thought to myself. A man I'd
noticed a few times on earlier visits (but wasn't attracted to) passed,
following the wrestlers. "And they'll have it," I chuckled.

I continued another ten steps or so, paused briefly, then turned around
to investicate the accuracy of my predicition. At the tree mid-way up
the back half of the main path the wrestlers had stopped. One had his
back to the tree and the other was on his knees before him, sucking
away. And they had found their three-way but it wasn't the guy I had
recognized. An average-looking guy was kissing the chest of the wrestler
against the tree. I stopped about four feet from them.

The wrestler on his knees was the taller one and he turned to see me
standing there. He again looked me over and stood, walked over to me,
his shirt pulled over his head revealing a chest thick with blond fur.
He reached out one hand to my crotch and gently pulled me toward the
tree. As he returned to his knees he undid my pants. I had one hand
stroking his chest, the other stroking his friend's hairless but muscled
pecs. Their "third" continued jacking off and kissing the neck of the
wrestler whose back was to the tree.

A man passed behind the four of us and continued up into the darkness.
Ten feet away, he stopped, turned, pulled out his young hardon, watching
the four of us in our exploratory frenzy. The young guy cut the distance
between himself and us in half but still didn't join us.

>From behind him another man came down the path, slightly older than the
four of us and nowhere near as shy as the young guy watching. He joined
us immediately, actually going to his hands and knees to be able to suck
the wrestler who had my cock in his mouth. The young guy took another
step closer and I reached out my hand, inviting him to join the five of
us.

His cock was still out of his pants and I greeted it with a soft
handshake before cupping his balls in my palm. The wrestler sucking me
returned his attention to his buddy still standing with his back to the
tree. I went to my knees, pants still around my knees, and began to suck
the large balls I'd been fondling.

>From up the path we were joined by yet another, an older man, slightly
paunchy. "Oh, oh," I thought when he stopped, "someone's about to be
rejected." But the "third" reached his hand out from the pile of flesh
he was part of and guided the new arrival's dick to his mouth as I
continued tonguing the young guy's package. I reached up to lift back
his shirt and was wonderfully surprised to find a mature growth of
thick, dark curls.

Where the eighth guy arrived from I don't know, having lost track after
six, but suddenly I counted eight of us. All eight had their dicks out
and half had mouths busy. Actually it was more than half because the
tall wrestler was again getting sucked while sucking the latest
newcomer.

The guy I was enjoying was close to coming so I eased up and let my hand
jack him off. His come splashed onto my cheek and shoulder. Seconds
later he was zipping up and walked away. I was close to coming and stood
up.

The taller wrestler was on all fours but not in the expected way. He was
arched backward, chest toward the stars. Leaning backward, he was being
fucked in the face by one of the latest arrivals and was being sucked by
another. His stomach and gloriously furred chest were spread before me
like a table with a feast. I took three steps forward, slowing stroking
myself. Just as I reached him I started to shoot onto the altar of him.
Across from me another guy was standing above the wrestler also and his
come splashed onto mine. Watching the two of us come onto this altar,
the guy fucking his face shot his load also.

I made my way from the group that had now dwindled to seven and returned
home. Relating this story I'm kicking myself for not staying and waiting
to see if the size of the crowd would stay somewhat constant or if it
disbanded soon thereafter. Outside of a bathhouse, this was the largest
orgy scene I'd been part of and thus is why I gravitate to my favorite
tree when visiting ManPark.

Two years later I was dating a man who mentioned the park and having
been there a few times. I said I'd also been there, including one wild
night being part of an eight-way. "Where at?" he asked, and I described
the tree. He laughed and asked a few more questions. Comparing details I
ascertained that he was the "third" when I became the fourth. It was a
wild coincidence and we went to ManPark together once after that,
imitating the two wrestlers looking for a "third" but we weren't as
successful. If we had been I would be telling that story instead of this
one.